" Wait what?"
Celeana nodded. Thrynn ran his hand through his hair and gave a small shake of his head.

" I knew he'd be up to something but I didn't think it would be this." He mumbled. Celeana gave him a sympathetic look, unsure of what to do. So instead she pulled her legs closer to her chest and watched him from across the fire.

" I'm sorry Thrynn."

" No don't be sorry. It just all finally makes sense now."

" I just can't seem to make out his next move. But something tells me that it isn't going to be good."

Thrynn stole a glance up at her. The fire lit her up in the most amazing way possible, nearly taking his breath away. His eyes traced the curves of her lips. To think he had just kissed them earlier in the day seemed too unreal. Neither one had mentioned it. Neither of them even dared to.

" Well he obviously wants you out of the way for a reason." Thrynn continued, trying to steer his mind away from his current thoughts. Celeana nodded again. He wanted her gone probably for multiple reasons. But what else was there that seemed off?
She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought. A lot of men were out on missions except for a handful. Thrynn was with her, which left the hideout pretty bare. As far as she knew Mercer had stayed behind. As well as Brynjolf. Now why would he want Brynjolf to stay behind?

Thrynn found it hard to breath as he watched her think. He had seen her expression change with in an instant and he didn't like the sight of it.
" Thrynn we need to head back." She demanded as she stood, sloppily throwing her supplies in her bag.

" Now?"
" Yes now."

" Celeana what's going on?" He asked as she threw her pack onto her back. He could see her fingers trembling as she casted her mage light high above her with one hand before casting a frost spell on the fire in between them.

" Celeana, you need to tell me know before we go anywhere just what the hell is going on." He demanded as he harshly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him.
" I'll explain on the way. We need to move it or else Brynjolf won't live to see the next sunset."

Throne's eyes widened in horror. He let out a huff of frustration. He still hadn't had the slightest idea of what was going on.

" We need to go now!"

He didn't waste another second. He untied his horse and threw himself on. Then he reached back and helped her as she settled behind him.
" I'll worry about the light. You just get us back as quick as you can."

He nodded and gave a click of his tongue, setting out blindly into the night.


" He's going to kill him? Are you sure?"
" Positive." She answered as she used one hand to hold onto him and the other to keep the mage light lit. " Think Thrynn. He sees me as a threat. Sending me out to the bandits was a clear way to get rid of me. He has all of our most strongest thieves out on jobs and he's bound to know you've gone after me by now. It leaves Brynjolf's back wide open."
Thrynn reached back and held tight to her thigh, a warning that a jump was coming up. Her arm tightened around his waist and braced herself. The horse didn't even hesitate to keep going.
" Brynjolf is practically his right hand man. Not to mention he's the closest to exposing what Mercer's true crimes are."
" It's Gallus all over again."

" Exactly."

Thrynn sighed in disappointment.
" I can't believe I hadn't seen it before."
" Well there is no time to dwell on the past. We are going to have to use this time to think of a plan for when we get there."
His hands tightened on the reins. " Leave that to me.


The moment they arrived to Riften the two jumped off the mare, not taking the time to tie her up, and raced inside. Throne's heart raced as they raced down to the entrance of the Ragged Flagon. His plan might work but it was deadly. Celeana was place her life in his hands. The thought of it shook him to the bone.

He watched her as she made a cut across her palm, smearing the blood over her face and planting a bloody handprint onto her side. She made herself look like a mess, destroying what ever cleanliness she had. Thrynn knew this was all an act but seeing her in such a state, fake or real, rattled his heart. It made him how much he feared seeing her like this.

" You ready?" She asked after tearing a rip into her shirt where the hand print laid. Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded. Celeana gracefully jumped into his arms, allowing him to carry her to the door. He took a deep breath and Celeana allowed her body to go weak. It was now or never.
He busted down the door, darting past the bar and into the Cistern.

" Please!" He cried out. His heart pounded against his chest and tears swelled in his eyes. This was fake. He had to remind himself. It was all an act.
" Please! Help me!"

Brynjolf ran up to him with Mercer beside him.
" Thrynn what in the world-"
His sentence fell short as he saw Celeana in his arms. Then his face hardened, hiding the emotions that hid underneath. Thrynn dared to steal a glance down at her. Her face started to go pale, her grip loosening too much for his own liking.

She's just acting. That's all it was, acting.

Brynjolf's hands snatched her wrist as he felt for her pulse.

" Get her to a bed, now." His next words made Thrynn freeze. " Before it's too late."